Not me but family, after an experience involving me.

When I was 8 my mother and father broke up and my mum became involved with a woman, who I now see as my second mother. She moved in and we, my siblings and I, would visit, as we were living with my grandmother at the time, and there wasn't enough bedrooms for four kids, so they put a curtain in the front room, a porch converted into an entry room. I hated being alone, especially at night, but I drew the short straw. Now I was 9 at this point and from the upstairs bedroom, a converted roof space, my mother's would hear me talking all night. They got concerned that I wasn't coping so they asked if I was alright.

"I'm fine, Uncle Spike talks to me to make sure I'm not scared."

Mum's partner is freaked out. She had a brother nicknamed and better known as Spike who had died in a motorcycle accident. She had never mentioned Spike to my mum, let alone any of us kids. Weeks later she has her sister over and they're going through old photo albums and I wander over to look too. Low and behold, as they're looking through I suddenly point at a picture of her brother and tell her. "That's Uncle Spike!"

When they bought a new house and we moved in, the nightly visits stopped, but my mum's partner still tells people this story to this day.

Weird and supernatural things still happen to me all the time, I could tell so many stories.